Well it looks like I was bit off on my prediction that Alberto Gonzales wouldn't make it to the weekend. I predicted late Friday, and it's late Friday here (and might I add slightly overcast which kept us from the beach all day... so quit your whining you big babies in the Northeast) and Alberto is still proudly pointing out that the monograms on his shirts match his job initials and how cool is that?

I'll attribute the delay in the Pink-Slipping of Brother Al to the fact that George Bush just got back from his trip down south and there was all that mail in the foyer to sort through, and he forgot to cancel the newspaper and now there are copies of the Washington Times all over the goddam lawn and on the roof, and don't even let's get started about all of the Barney and Miss Beazley shit in the Rose Garden that needs to be picked up. Then he has to hang all of the piñatas filled with little mescal bottles that Laura picked up down in Mexico because she thought they would make the Lincoln Bedroom look more "festive"... so he really needs a vacation to relax after his vacation and firing his Poncho Honcho is probably going to have to wait until Wednesday or Thursday. After that, Gonzales will head back to Texas to either be with Karen Hughes' family or go into rehab.